Sometimes, I like to look at the minutes of the clock and let them decide my fate.
I would look at the minutes, and depending on whether the number is odd or even,
it would answer the lingering questions about my future that I ponder about late at night.
The very thoughts that keep me up at 4 a.m., tossing and turning while I explore every 'what if'.
"Will I do well on the exam tomorrow that I studied all night for?"
"Will I be able to find a good job after I've graduated?"
"Should I get a coffee before heading to class tomorrow?"
I would then look at the clock, and the even minutes would answer with a no, the odd, with yes.
The system is easy, and I've realized that the minutes on the clock never lie.
When I asked about passing an exam, I was confronted with an odd number, and surprisingly enough, I did pass.
When I asked about getting coffee before going to class, I was confronted with an even, which in turn saved me from being late from an important class - which I only arrived to on time.
The minutes on the clock never lie.
Even when I ask the simplest questions, they are able to answer with odd or even correctly.
Am I a girl, odd.
Am I on wordpress, odd.
Is my name Sam, even.
The minutes on the clock never lie.
Every night when I am accompanied by an unwanted friend, insomnia, I find myself asking the question I've asked countless times.
"Will he and I be forever?"
The minutes of the clock never lie.
Which is why, every time I ask that question, I close my eyes and turn away from the clock.
The minutes of the clock never lie.
Am I too afraid to know the truth? Odd.
